From Diversey Harbor, Chicago resolves itself into two worlds, one grounded, the other watery. The grounded one we see and write about every day; the watery one, more ephemeral, materializes with the spring, goes where it pleases, does what it pleases, then slips away.
Time is running out on the Chicago that floats. The sad autumn exodus is under way.
Thanks, Jackie. Have a good day.
I like looking at all the boats in Diversey Harbor. Yup, in May they start rolling in and in Mid-Sept slowly the boats begin to taper off and once again the harbor becomes all quiet.
Once I saw a boat that waited too long and it actually sank.